Flowing in the Wind Part 2

Asher led her inside the cabin.

The door slid open with a soft click, revealing a space that looked more like a luxury hotel suite than a captain's quarters.

Warm wooden finishes lined the walls and ceiling, polished to a soft sheen, their deep hues glowing under the ambient golden lights.

Plush carpeting cushioned their steps, muting the sound as they walked in.

But it was the view that stole the show. 

The entire front wall curved outward in a seamless expanse of glass, wrapping around in a perfect 180-degree arc. 

Lucy stepped forward, her fingers brushing against the cool glass.

Asher said nothing though, just pulled her toward the bed.

Before she could fully process it, he pushed her down onto the soft mattress—harder than usual. 

She blinked up at him. "Asher, you're being too aggressive," 

But he was already leaning over her,